Once again I’m incredibly late for this post.
Even more incredibly late because the number of films I watch is decreasing, mostly because I’m getting impatient and I am not so inclined to finish a Netflix film when I see it’s going nowhere, especially if the dialogues sound like stock sentences from an 80s B-movie. I won’t name names.

2025 is taking its toll on me. The beginning of the year is usually a very busy period for work-related reasons, but usually by mid-February things go back to a normal rhythm. This time, work and non-work commitments are piling up still.
No big deal, but you’ll have to forgive me if this post comes in quite late, and is probably a bit more disconnected than usual.

This edition of Weekly visions marks a full year of summarising my weekly watches. I think it’s a decent achievement, and it would be the perfect occasion to stop writing these posts… but I have no intention of doing that. I’m not tired of them yet.

Thanks to my brief escapade to London I was finally able to access a few films that aren’t accessible at home. including one that would have most probably be included in my 2024 top-ten.

Early last year, I received an incredibly generous birthday present; a £500 voucher for theatres in the West End in London.
I used half of it last July to go and see Hamilton and Les Miserables, but in November I realised I didn’t have much time left to use the rest of it, so I booked my tickets well in advance for a couple more shows… so last weekend the time came to honour my commitment. I had originally planned to stay a few hours longer, but some work-related duties required me to exchange my morning train ticket for an afternoon one, and further shorten what was already going to be a short trip.

I love discovering the etymology of words, so since I’m writing about screwball comedy I was curious about the origin of this expression. I’m at the same time surprised and not surprised to learn it comes from baseball, a sport for which my ignorance is even bigger than for other sports.